Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Senegal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ralphi Rosario to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
X-102,
Ludus,
Qualms,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
Sound Behaviour,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.